Editing Asheth Barkeep (section)

= Allies =
[[Riyah Endforsworn]]:  She is a strange being, as all Devas are, but she is stranger than most of them. Not least the fact that an immortal soul would choose to follow the Raven Queen, goddess of death. It is as if she is two persons, and she doesn't understand it herself. In my soul I know she wants to help, she wants to take me away from this pain, but I do not know if I want to accept it. The pain and anger is all that is left in my life, if I would not have that I would have nothing. She claims she understands, she also lost her friends to the demons, but she doesn't. Devas do not have family, they do not truly know the pain of almost dying, seeing your closest be slaughtered in front of you and not be able to do anything. She could always claim revenge in her next life. I want to trust her, I know that I should trust her, but deep inside my lycan blood tells me to be vary.

But I have seen her other side, that perfect servant of the Raven Queen she is in battle. It is almost hypocritical. She tells me to become that living, laughing person she is as normal, but in battle she is just like me. Filled with the cold calculating killing, the burning desire to kill and destroy all evil. She believes that she got out of her trauma better than me, still alive. She doesn't understand that isn't the case, as me she is already as good as dead, only I see that and she doesn't.


[[Felaim Elswin]]:  Felaim is what I strive for. Not for me to be personally, that part of me is long gone, but it is what Bahamut has put me to protect. Duty, honor, loyalty, he has those attributes, and my duty is to help him. I can see the greatness that lurks within him, even if he only see the humble watchman he has been. I will help him to whatever goal he will find by removing the obstacles in his way. Not all of course, but enough. I will not ask for reward, or thanks, doing the duty of my god is reward enough.

And perhaps... maybe... if I have earned his trust... I can ask him to help me gain my revenge... And walk side by side into the depths of the nine hells and back.


[[Caleb Paine]]:  In another life we might have been born in the same city, if things had been different we could have roamed the streets together, being the kings of our own private worlds. We would have grown from boys to young men, chased women and drunk ale. We would not have known dungeouns or riches, but our lives would still been adventures. But that possibility is long gone, that part of my life as razed as my home. I feel a connection to him, and he reminds me of what I were as young... well... younger. Yet that connection still reminds me of what happened, and it strengthens my resolve. I must not let that happen again. Other youths like us must have the possibilities we had, but were taken from us.

This has set us on two paths, him on the path of change, me on the path of revenge. We are so alike, yet so different. Thus far our paths have gone parallel, and I hope they will continue to do so. But I know that there might be a day where his path will diverge from mine, maybe he will even fulfill his goals and settle down. My will continue forever, untill all demons in all nine hells are dead and no more.


[[Dross]]:  It is funny really, after nine years of pain, training and devotion, his song was the first to pierce my soul and make me laugh when I first heard him. Yet, he is one of them. It was lucky however that I had been forced to leave my sword outside, otherwise I would not have been able to control myself, and he would have been little more than a swath of blood on a tavern wall.

I know that it isn't his fault, he can't escape his daemon blood as little as I can escape my lycan, but every time I look at him or hear his voice, a part of me is back in Doghill, and again I see my family get slaughtered with my left eye. Yet he tries to get away from it, what has been a gift to me has been a curse to him. I can see the pain he is in, and it is because he denounces his heritage and says no to the demons of past lineage. To become his true potential he must accept and embrace instead, as I do with my wild soul. But yet, his denouncing of his true self is all that maintains what little I can call friendship with him.